...a small picture of your old body. Holy shit. She knew about you, but what does it mean? You hear a knock at the door. It's Terry, thank god. Or, does it actually matter, to him your just some tiny asian prostitute, hardly a Mark.
You open the door. You waste no time making up a story and an accent. "Your friend is in there." Maybe a lie about the arab man being someone he knew would throw him off of what you actually knew about him.
"Mark, dude. I know it's you." That is a shock to be sure. "I paid for this after all, you were there, remember?"
You actually did start to remember. This asian girl, she was called up for the bachelor party after we got back to the room. Terry bought a special deal while he was hammered, and you, who was also hammered agreed. You got your picture taken and then, of shit. When you switched, your body started vomiting. Did she die?
If that's true theb you're stuck like this. But how did you end up in the Arab guys room. Oh, its coming back now. Your were disoriented and walking through the halls, the Arab guy was comfused you for someone he payed for and redirected your tiny body into his room.
You didn't actually have sex, he just kind of passed out on the bed. You passed out after him.
"Dude, we looked everywhere for you last night, where'd you go?" Terry then looked past you and at the sleeping man. "Oh, you're already trying some things :)"
"Just shut up, Terry! Is there or is there not a way to turn me back." You yelled at his face, forcing your tiny finger into his chest.
"Well..." He paused on the last syllable...